I think what hurts the most is that I don’t feel anything anymore. I can’t cry, I can’t scream in anger. I just feel so numb.
I cut deeper and deeper each time but I still don’t feel anything, the sting of the blade is a blessing.
I drink too much, to try to forget, or remember I can’t even tell the difference anymore. There is no concept of time, just a blur of blood and wine.
Sometimes I wish they could see what was happening to me.
It’s like drowning, but I can see everyone else breathing fine.